Whitebark Stream put my hands in the fire, watched my welcome wear thin

forward-dating to the 28th! tracker thread

her heat is fading; the scent remains, but it is faded. their window is closed, and much has changed the past few days. no matter what comes of this; with Whitebark, with Artyom, she is content. 

the morning finds her watching the six that @Chai had found, quiet as she watches the group. they are unaware of her, as such, they wander comfortably by the stream's edge. one doe breaks away from the group; approaches the stream on stilted limbs. dawn is concealed just within the tree line, watching the deer as she steps carefully over the icy bank.